Chapter 5: The Gilded Cage and the Ghost of a Queen

​The Lunar Suite hadn't changed, and that was the cruelest part of my homecoming.

​The scent of jasmine and moonlight still clung to the silk hangings of the four-poster bed. The vanity, carved from pearlescent driftwood, still sat in the corner where I used to sit and brush my hair, waiting for a husband who eventually decided I was a "plague."

​But as the heavy mahogany doors clicked shut and the distinct thrum of Liam’s Alpha seal locked them from the outside, the nostalgia curdled. I wasn't the Luna here. I was a high-value prisoner.

​“Mommy, the walls are thick,” Lyra whispered, her small hand pressed against the stone. Her eyes were wide, her pupils darting as she processed the thousand heartbeats of the palace. “I can hear the guards breathing outside. They’re nervous. They’re thinking about the ‘Silver Shadow’ and the ‘Ghost Queen.’”

​“Let them think,” I said, stripping off my travel cloak to reveal the tactical medical gear underneath. I needed to be ready to move, even if move meant fighting my way out.

​Aries was already on the bed, bouncing on the plush mattress with a defiant grin. “If they try to come in, I’ll eat their shadows, Mommy. I’m not scared of the Big Bad King.”

​“Aries, sit,” I commanded, my voice sharper than intended.

​He froze, sensing the genuine fear I was trying to suppress. I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled them both into my lap. The weight of them—their warmth, their life—was the only thing keeping my wolf from shredding the room apart.

​“Listen to me carefully,” I said, looking into their golden eyes. “This place is a maze of secrets. Liam—the Alpha—he thinks he has us trapped. He thinks he can claim you because of your blood. But you belong to the moon, and you belong to me. Do not trust the food unless I check it. Do not talk to the lady in the red dress. And if the Alpha tries to take you anywhere without me...”

​“We use the Silver Scream?” Lyra asked softly.

​“We use everything,” I promised.

​A soft chime echoed through the room—the servant’s bell. A tray of food was slid through a small slot in the door. I didn't touch it. Instead, I spent the next hour setting up a perimeter. I didn't need high-tech sensors here; I had my own blood. I traced a thin line of silver energy along the window sills and the door frame. If anyone with the Hamilton bloodline—Liam included—tried to cross it, I would know.

​I was halfway through a second warding when the lock turned.

​I didn't turn around. I knew the weight of that step. I knew the way the air seemed to ionize when he entered a room.

​“The food is untouched,” Liam said. His voice was no longer the roar of the Alpha King; it was quiet, strained, almost pleading.

​“I don’t eat gifts from men who keep me in chains,” I replied, finally standing and facing him.

​He had discarded his military tunic. He wore a simple black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing the thick muscles of his forearms and the faint, jagged scar I knew he’d gotten saving a pup from a rogue attack years ago. He looked human. He looked like the man I had loved.

​It made me want to scream.

​“It’s not a chain, Elena. It’s protection. You saw Isabella’s face. You saw the Elders. The pack is in an uproar. There are those who believe the Oracle’s prophecy was absolute. They see your return—and the children—as a sign of the end times.”

​“And what do you see, Liam?” I stepped toward him, my chin tilted up. “Do you see a curse? Or do you see the heirs you so desperately wanted?”

​Liam’s eyes darkened. He covered the distance between us in a single stride, his hand coming up to cup the back of my neck. I should have flinched. I should have struck him. But my body betrayed me, leaning into his warmth like a flower to the sun.

​“I see a woman who lied to me for five years,” he growled, his thumb tracing the sensitive skin behind my ear. “I see a mother who kept my children in the shadows while I spent every night drowning in guilt. Do you have any idea what it’s like to lose your soul and then find it again, only to realize it’s been sharpened into a blade meant for your throat?”

​“You threw the soul away, Liam! You threw it into the mud!” I shoved his chest, but he didn't budge. “You don’t get to play the victim because you realized your mistake five years too late. I am the Silver Shadow now. I have healed more Alphas than you’ve commanded. I don't need your protection.”

​“Maybe not,” he whispered, his face inches from mine. “But they do.”

​He looked past me to the bed, where Aries and Lyra were watching us. Lyra looked wary, but Aries was glaring at Liam with a ferocity that was almost comical for a five-year-old.

​“They are Hamiltons,” Liam said, his voice thick with a sudden, raw emotion. “Look at him, Elena. He has my father’s jaw. My grandfather’s temper. And the girl... she has the scent of the High Priestess. You can’t hide them. Not anymore.”

​“I’m not hiding them,” I spat. “I’m saving them from a father who rejects what he doesn't understand.”

​Liam let go of me, turning toward the children. I moved to block him, but he stopped, sinking to one knee several feet away. He was lowering himself—an Alpha King, showing vulnerability to his pups.

​“I am Liam,” he said, his voice remarkably steady. “I am the Alpha of this pack. And I am... I am your father.”

​Aries hopped off the bed, walking up to Liam until they were nose-to-nose. He sniffed the air, his little nostrils flaring.

​“You smell like Mommy’s tears,” Aries said bluntly.

​Liam winced as if he’d been stabbed. “I know. I am responsible for many of them. But I would like to change that.”

​“You’re the King,” Lyra said from the bed, her voice small but clear. “Why didn't you find us? Mommy said you were the strongest wolf in the world. If you were strong, why did we have to sleep in the forest?”

​The silence that followed was agonizing. Liam looked up at me, his eyes shattered. He had no answer that wouldn't make him a monster in their eyes.

​“I was blind,” Liam finally said, looking back at Lyra. “I had a sickness in my heart that made me lose sight of what was real. But I am awake now. And I will spend the rest of my life making sure you never sleep in the forest again.”

​He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, carved wooden wolf—a traditional Silver Moon toy. He set it on the floor between them.

​“I’ll leave the door unlocked tonight,” Liam said, standing up. He looked at me, his gaze lingering on my lips. “Not because I’m letting you go, Elena. But because I want you to choose to stay. If you try to run, I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth. But if you stay... I will give you Isabella’s head on a platter.”

​“I don’t want her head,” I said, my voice cold. “I want the truth. I want the Oracle brought to me. And I want to know why you mated with her.”

​Liam paused at the door, his hand on the frame. “I never mated with her, Elena. I marked her to satisfy the Elders and stop the pack from splintering, but the bond... the bond never took. My wolf wouldn't let her in. He was too busy waiting for a ghost.”

​With that, he walked out, leaving the door slightly ajar.

​The Shadow’s Move

​I didn't sleep. I sat by the window, watching the moon climb high over the Silver Moon territory.

​Around 3:00 AM, a faint scratching sound came from the vents. It was a code—a series of clicks I had taught my network of outcasts.

​“Mistress?” A muffled voice whispered.

​I moved to the vent, unscrewing the cover with a surgical tool. A small, soot-covered girl—a pup from the "lower" castes of the pack—peered out.

​“The Lady Isabella is in the North Cellars,” the girl whispered, her eyes wide. “She’s talking to the Oracle. They’re planning to move her before dawn. They want to kill her so she can’t confess.”

​My blood ran cold. If the Oracle died, my proof died with her. Liam might want to believe me now, but the pack required the "Moon’s Truth" to overturn a Royal Decree.

​“Can you lead me there?” I asked.

​“The guards are heavy, Mistress. But the shadows are deeper.”

​I looked at my sleeping children. I had spent five years running. I had spent five years being the victim. But Liam was right about one thing—the game was no longer about survival. It was about the throne.

​I grabbed my mask and my bag of paralytic toxins.

​“Aries, Lyra,” I whispered, touching their foreheads. They didn't wake, but their auras pulsed in response to mine. “Stay in the light. Mommy is going to go catch a liar.”

​I slipped out of the Lunar Suite, moving like a ghost through the corridors I had once walked as a queen. The guards at the end of the hall were slumped against the wall, a faint violet mist clinging to their faces—my own sleeping gas, delivered through the ventilation.

​I didn't go to the main stairs. I knew the servant passages, the narrow, damp tunnels where the "cursed" Omegas were forced to travel.

​As I descended into the North Cellars, the temperature dropped. The air smelled of damp earth and something else—the metallic tang of blood.

​“She’s in there,” the pup whispered, pointing to a heavy iron door guarded by two of Isabella’s personal sentries.

​I didn't waste time. I stepped out of the shadows, my silver hair glowing with a suppressed light.

​“Move,” I commanded, my voice echoing with the authority of the Lunar Bride.

​The guards laughed, drawing their silver-tipped spears. “The Alpha said you were a guest, Healer. He didn't say you were allowed to wander the dungeons.”

​“I’m not wandering,” I said, my hand dipping into my bag. “I’m performing surgery.”

​In one fluid motion, I threw two glass vials at their feet. They shattered, releasing a cloud of concentrated Silver Rot—the very plague I had just cured in the Beta. The guards screamed as the black veins began to crawl up their legs instantly.

​“The cure is in my pocket,” I said, stepping over them as they collapsed in agony. “But you’ll only get it if you stay quiet.”

​I kicked the door open.

​Inside, Isabella was standing over a withered old woman chained to a stone chair. Isabella held a silver dagger to the woman’s throat.

​“Kill her!” Isabella screamed to someone in the shadows. “Before the bitch gets here!”

​From the corner of the room, a tall, hooded figure stepped forward. My heart stopped. It was the High Priest, the man who had conducted my wedding to Liam.

​“The prophecy must be maintained, Elena,” the Priest said, his voice a dry rasp. “For the stability of the pack, the curse must be real.”

​“The only curse in this room is the greed of a failing High Priest and the desperation of a fake Queen,” I said, my silver aura exploding outward, filling the room with a light so bright it blinded them.

​I lunged for Isabella, my fingers locking around her throat. We crashed to the floor, the silver dagger skittering away.

​“Five years,” I hissed, my face inches from hers. “Five years of looking at my children and wondering if they would ever have a home because of your lies.”

​“They’ll still die!” Isabella choked out, clawing at my face. “The pack will never accept an Omega’s bastards! I’ve already sent the message to the neighboring packs. They’re coming, Elena! They’re coming to purge the curse!”

​A heavy, bone-deep growl shook the very foundations of the cellar.

​The wall to our left didn't just break; it exploded.

​A massive, black wolf with emerald eyes burst through the stone, his fur bristling with a lethal, Kingly rage. He didn't look at me. He looked at Isabella.

​Liam shifted back to his human form in a blur of motion, his naked skin glistening with sweat and fury. He walked over and picked Isabella up by her hair, lifting her off the ground as if she weighed nothing.

​“You sent a message to the neighboring packs?” Liam’s voice was a low, terrifying snarl. “You invited our enemies into my home to kill my children?”

​“Liam, I did it for us!” she sobbed.

​“There is no 'us',” Liam said. He turned his head, looking at the Oracle. “And there is no prophecy.”

​He looked at me, and for the first time, I saw the true Alpha King. He wasn't asking for my love anymore. He was asking for my command.

​“The Oracle is yours, Elena,” Liam said, his voice echoing in the small room. “Isabella is yours. The High Priest is yours. What is the sentence for treason against the Lunar Bride?”

​I stood up, brushing the dust from my clothes. I looked at the three people who had ruined my life. Then, I looked at the man who had let them do it.

​“The sentence isn't death, Liam,” I said, my voice cold and clear. “That’s too easy.”

​I walked over to the Oracle and touched her forehead. My silver light flickered, and the woman gasped, her eyes turning entirely white.

​“The sentence is the Truth,” I said. “Tomorrow, at dawn, we will hold a Public Trial in the Grand Square. The Oracle will speak—not your words, and not Isabella’s. She will speak the Moon’s words. And when she is done, the pack will decide who is cursed... and who is fit to wear the crown.”

​Liam stepped closer to me, his scent wrapping around me like a brand. “And if they choose you?”

​“Then I’ll be the one signing your exile papers, Alpha,” I whispered.

​Liam’s eyes flashed with a dark, twisted challenge. He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “I look forward to seeing you try, my Queen.”

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